with God, while every tear he shed, every sigh he heaved, every groan he uttered, every stripe, and every pain, with every drop of blood which he shed, were as so many mouths pleading for all who believe in him; and now he lives in glory, he appears before the throne in the full virtue and dignity of his sacrifice and obedience, pleading for all that come to God through him, seeing he ever liveth to make intercession with God for them. By his infinitely meritorious obedience to the law, and by his bearing its dreadful penalties, he stilled the avenger, the curse of a broken law, and the insulted justice of God. He made full satisfaction by enduring the curse, being made a curse for us, so that the threatening being thus executed upon the surety, and justice satisfied, it can no longer pursue that poor sinner, who flies to the city of refuge, to lay hold on the hope set before him; and this city is divinely set forth in these blessed Scriptures: A man shall be as an hiding place from the wind, a refuge from the storm. The eternal God is thy refuge. Christ, God-man, mediator, is the refuge. Here the righteous flee, and are safe from the avenger of blood. God, revealed in a broken law, is an enemy to sinners as such, just as a judge is to a guilty criminal; but when viewed as reconciled, and well pleased we see him well pleased with us in him; the Father looks upon us in Christ, views us holy, and pronounces us righteous; as a man looking up a wall, or on any object through a red glass, it appears red; so are we view in Christ. Ye are complete in him, having forgiven us all trespasses—Christ having finish the work, overcome all enemies, disappointed Satan, bruised his head, and took away his power; drew the envenomed dart of death, barred the mouth of hell from his people, overcome the grave; put an end to sin, and triumphed over death in his own dominions; he has for ever stilled the enemy and the avenger, and fulfilled the purposes, and gracious decrees of God, respecting the redemption of his chosen. Worthy is the lamb that was slain! how great his love, how infinite his condescension, how eminent his victories, but how dreadful an evil must sin be, How damnable must sin appear, If we reflect how dear It cost the Saviour to atone For all our weight of guilt, For sin his precious blood was spilt.